WREN'S POV
The air in the tunnels was oppressive, thick with the scent of damp earth and something darker; magic. I gripped the pendant tightly against my chest, its faint glow offering a sliver of comfort in the near-total darkness.
Hugo walked ahead, his sharp eyes scanning the passage for traps. Behind me, Anneliese followed closely, her presence quiet but palpable. The rest of the team, a handful of trusted warriors, moved with careful precision, their weapons ready.
Lyra’s voice echoed softly in my mind. “Be cautious, Wren. These tunnels hold more than just secrets.”
Hunter had wanted to come, but the council had insisted he stay behind to manage the pack’s defenses. He hadn’t been happy about it, but we both knew it was the right call. Still, I missed his presence—his strength, h
